Page of Seeker's Journal

In this world, there's a danger of losing who and what we are. We tell ourselves its for the better, that were doing the right thing, until finally we begin to believe in our own lies. We remember the good times, before it happened. The laughter and fun, vacations, holidays, dinner party's. Then the present comes crashing in. It rocks us to the core and reminds us how cruel the world can be. When were left with nothing, you feel like you have nothing left to lose. When you have nothing else to lose, you don't care about anything. Your life becomes postulate. Your body becomes a tool. Your mind and heart are now weapons that cut like a savage blade. You are alone. You becomes something else. Something dark, something ugly. But when you feel you've lost everything, that no longer matters, you no longer matter. You will do whatever it takes to rewrite one last wrong. Whatever that wrong may be, whether you cause it or not, you will do anything for justice, or perhaps, even vengeance. Your feelings change. Your thoughts focus only on your objective. The only face you see is our own or the one that wronged you. You see them in your dreams, you seem in shadows at night, you see them everywhere you look. You almost go insane. But you tell yourself, keep going, you can only make it right. You and only you. I here screams at night, I see a house burning, and feel pain and agony. But, I also, see it. That thing that ruined my life. The monster who took them from me. It is the only thing that matters now, and I won't stop until I find it. I will search every city, every continent, every country if I have to. Until the figure dies, I will never know peace. Until they are avenged, I can't rest easy. I am simply nothing now, nothing more than someone seeking revenge. Which is why its only appropriate that I call myself. A "Seeker of Vengeance"